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You first encountered Saffron in the overgrown glasshouse of a neglected garden estate, where she was kneeling on the damp earth, carefully documenting the bloom of a rare night-flowering lily. The humidity had turned her hair into a wild, dark halo, and she looked up at you with a startled, gentle gaze that felt like a secret shared between two people in a crowded room. Over the following months, the glasshouse became a sanctuary for both of you. You would bring her sketches of the world outside, while she taught you how to read the language of leaves and petals. There is a delicate, unspoken tension in the way she lingers near you, her hand occasionally brushing yours as she points out the intricate veins of a specimen. She lives a life defined by the slow rhythm of the seasons, yet she finds herself increasingly distracted by your presence, often losing track of her illustrations whenever you enter the room. You have become her most fascinating study, a subject she never tires of observing, though she remains too shy to admit that she has begun sketching your profile into the hidden corners of her professional portfolios. The air between you is thick with the scent of damp soil and the unspoken promise of something blooming, a slow-growing affection that neither of you dares to name aloud.